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"Bravehearted" (2003)

B Train Lyrics – Bravehearts

[yelling]
All aboard! All tha whores!

Yo' We came to take shit to tha next stage
And all yall muthafuckas betta be brave
Cause it's that new shit, exclusive Jungle & Wiz
Roofless, my nigga, straight out tha ridge

What's happenin comrad, you ready for combat
Aint no turnin back, I drank some cognac
I watch my money stack, it's popin like dat
I broke a nigga back wit a baseball bat
I crack ya fuckin skull, you need a body bag
Ya family mad and sad, I'll be glad
Ya corpse be layed out in a blood bag
Sneak attack wit tha skee mask in tha mail

See I got no gun range, I got tha block man
I use my gun aim on soggy cornflakes, you best'd run man
No love it's all pain, yall muthafuckas don't wanna bang
wit my gang
And these bitches ova here wanna give a nigga brain
Got tha stainless ? police searchin tha range
They wanna war when I'm doin my thang
Got ice all, chains, and rings, and thangs,
If you don't smoke purple you can't hang
Is you a BraveHeart? To tha grave yall
Iight let's get this muthafuckin paper
Is you a BraveHeart? To tha grave yall
Iight lets' get this money now not later
Cause it's tha B train, tha B train
All tha hoes all aboard! The B train
All tha hoes all aboard! The B train

Yo,yo it don't stop, fuck tha cops,body drop
In tha hood, gun shots, pop alot, get tha cash if you could
I'm in tha shade when tha coke is cookin
I got hoes in La to Brimsville, Brooklyn
Jungle's a king, I'm ballin in Queens
Got yellow ice in my pinky rings
Money on my mind, my hand's on tha nine
Understand my nigga it's all about crime

? block is full of money getters,who know tha difference
between shooters & hitters, buyers & sellers, liars & tellers,
knowin & guessin, ?? wait till I catch 'em, his face, I'ma
step in, these Brave niggas got you in a daze
Knowin got me scoopin all tha bitches gettin paid
I like dat, ill will bringin back QB till tha death
These other niggas is wack
Cause it's the B train, the B train
All the hoes all aboard! The B train
All the hoes all aboard! The B train

Quick To Back Down Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nas, Lil Jon)

[Lil Jon]
Yeah!
Bravehearts!
Yeah!
That boy Nas!
Yeah!
Me I'm your boy Lil Jon
Yeah!
Right now we going to talk about these niggas!
Yeah!
That's got a lot of mouth, what!
Yeah!
But when It's time to do some shit
Yeah!
They folding, these niggas is folding and shit
Know What I'm talking bout, like paper
Yeah!

[Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type I know your kind ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You be leaving when there's drama
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Fucking fake ass nigga
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soggy cornflake nigga ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] You ya whole crew ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Ya'll don't want none of this ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] And I hate ya'll niggas ya
[L] Quick to back down
[N] Soggy cornflake nigga ya

[Nas]
First of all this is Nas I'ma Braveheart veteran
And y'all already know who I'm better than
Yall know the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I get's my berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin Krunk wit Lil Jon, he da livest in the south
Fuck around and you get wires in your mouth
Cowards I despise and my power keeps on risin
Niggas try to hate me but they keep recognizin
Who's the next label I'ma bury
CEO's, rappers and A&R's go to the rap cemetary
And ya all got guns but ya scared to use 'em
Six million ways to die, nigga choose one
I'm a Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Jungle]
Ay yo, all these niggas they afraid of the Bravehearts
I'll take a razor open your face up
I tried to tell these niggas we don't play
I run up on you broad day with a A-K
Cornball I can make your heart beat stop
Pop pop your body drop from a couple shots
When you see me in the street, we can handle the beef
If you see me in jail you know you dead meat
I be fighting and stabbin, shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your last words be, please Jungle don't shoot
Pussy, I'll put a slug between your eyes
And stand there and watch your punk ass die

[Wiz]
I'm fuckin' wit them, Bravehearts
My niggas is coming we just don't stop
Yall niggas is running I'm just goin pop
I twist up my gun up and slap your mouth
With Lil John down south
My religion is green motherfucker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da state
Time and time again you niggas back down, laugh now
Fuck ya numbers nigga ya'll all fake
The hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong, test my dead arm
Robbery, heavily armed, might leave him gone
Bang him duff him, actin like he don't know what's going on
Hang em' rush em' get his clown ass his teammates wrong
And oh he got a 22, give him the gauge the brave way
God aint going to save his bitch ass today
Wait I'ma Braveheart I'll be right here
Y'all talk shit but I smell fear, mothafuckas!

[Chorus]

Twilight Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nas)

[talking]
Uh yea, yea, yea
Let's Go Niggas [laugh]
C'mon nigga, C'mon nigga

[Chorus 2x]
I be dippin in the twilight, wit gangstas,
Smocking weed up in my ride life
the same stuff, its still a bitch
living like I'm rich
bang broads call me Mr. International
ghetto stars

[Verse 1]
Yo' I talk like a champion,walk like a champion,
body like a god, and I promise that Nas will hit you off,
flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum
bustin like dummies, so mami you come and lick
it off, I stay right, purple haze'd outfit stay on my ?
blood stay in my mouf, ? laid out
tequila sunrise and five 6's
surprise bitches
Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived
This is ?, here for good, Rep fo' my thugs,
plumper than last summer, stomach stretched
from the grub, good living, good women
I fuck wit straight stallions, bowleg stances
go 'head handsome, but they all scream
my cars lean, hit up, every state,town, city
wit my braveheart team, pretty face,
round tits and ass, stay my queen,
keep a burner in the trunk, ate all fifteen

[chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
Yo' if you see me on MTV, don't forget
I'm the same nigga from QB
Sittin on the block, Hungary & starving
Imagining performin' at Madison Square Garden
or Radio City, in New York City
Bring the whole hood wit me, gallons of henny
My homie got shot right befo' my eyes,
I got shot too, but I survived
I was just a teenager, never had a pager
always had flavor, chasing that paper
I need them diamonds, them new clothes
Pretty hoes, that Bently Coupe all red like a rose
and everybody knows, my gun goes off
in the west coast, dirty south, and up north
Jungle the boss, a natural born hustler
I despise suckers, ya punk motherfuckers!

[chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Nigga I'm high wit high hopes
fuck the bullshit, stand up in front of that
You get the full clip, I'll beat a nigga senseless
His skin is missing, listen, my knockouts is six
So serious, bang wit a "b" on my chest
You all niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I'm
pull in ya dress from stitches to stitchin'
I hate you all niggas, stomp you out like roaches
Can't you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose to
I been a BraveHeart since semen, ? my pops scheming
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this
It feel like a motherfucker dreaming, but I'm here
Fuck anything another nigga thinkin, see them BraveHearts,
damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em
Sleep with you gun under ya fucking pillow
This is real things, I know shit feels strange
How them QB niggas do things, check dis shit

[chorus 2x]

Bravehearted Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nas)

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

[Verse 1]
Yo' G,W,I,C, Won't yall come fuck wit me
While I lay, get chased, catch, and cash tha check
Stomp niggas out take respect
Wit a sawed off shotgun, hand on tha pump
I sips on grey goose, smokin on tha blunt
I fucks wit this broad she do what I want
I fuck her real slow, she like when I pump
I be on my block done, I do whats I want
And an' nigga dat front, I do whats I want
I shoot and don't blink, I lay you out in tha street
I mean I'm fuckin wit dem niggas dats ?
and blaze when they ? shit, dats evident
leavin no evidence, who you messin wit
It's ill will and yall niggas ?, I shoot to kill
They never saw me

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart(tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
You could put on dat vest, I'ma shoot ya in tha head
Won't aim for tha chest, Bet you won't survive
Ten hollow tips out my crome fo' five
I got to drop on you, element of surprise nigga
what you wanna do, I really see dead people
I got the nine millimeter, I could make ya face see-through
Transparent, potholes in ya melon, damaged from tha ratchet
Happens if u tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas
only play defense, guns never spark in tha freight of my office
Two us now put they body in tha garbage
Yall niggas pussy we BraveHearted

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

[Verse 3]
My name is ?, I come from the past
Wit insects crawlin on me like I'm dead
I don't eat I just fast, I don't beef I just ?
Blood in my palm, I left tha cross only white nuns
soaked up tha offerin, black ? ones dressed up like bush
identical mass, I fuck 'em hard wit a sinister laugh
Then puff on a cigar, like Tony Matana
Me and Sony got problems, if I die they say I'm only a modist
To me I'm braver, do me a favor, put you on my ?
you could be paid, the label puts you in my place
I'm jewish, like Sammy Davis Jr
Holdin a louie suitcase wit ? and ? chopped in pieces
Now I'm locked up wit phsycos who eat they feces
Call the Hearts break me out and I'll reveal deep secrets
Bout the street shit dat yall so obsessed by
I rep my niggas till tha death while tha rest slide
Or rest die,Brave

[chorus]
Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart
[repeat]

Buss My Gun Lyrics – Bravehearts (feat. Nashawn)

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 1]
Yo' do you wanna live or do you wanna die
I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin in tha air
Got to see ur mother cry at the wake of tha year
I'll give her a hug and tell her be strong then
Smack her in tha face wit a fourty-four long
I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on
I hope yall acknowledge the hook on this song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies
I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicos, AKs,357's
nine milly's trey aint send you to heaven
I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two five, bitch went crazy
popin forever, one for all
BraveHearted we stand nigga fuck all yall

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 2]
Yo' stop playin I'm layin for my dawgs
I would die for, cabbage patch this niggas
Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang,
Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I'm hot top soil get my rocks off
For my family, you a corpse, what you thought
For my seeds I even let the wrong man bleed
Sit there wit tha right one and give 'em three
See me, don't think cause I'm on tv
Dat a nigga won't massacre ya family
I love guns, and bustin 'em off for loved ones
Get it done, big or small one even for funds
I love cash, for loot, I kill yo' ass
Brains through tha roof of tha coupe
I watch the blood splash
And I hate most dudes dat aint my blood
and I buss my guns for the one I love

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

[Verse 3]
I buss guns for the ones I love
I leave a nigga leakin for somethin
Them guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek its comin, my nigga jung
jumpin on niggas,da shells is dumpin
No fingerprints,shoot again these muthafuckas don't make sense
sayin dat me and my niggas can't win, why
See tha guns pointed at ya face
Plus ya clique surrounded cause they fake
They die, see my attitude, bust a
muthafucka for food, now I'm mad at you
Hit you then I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot niggas and run 'em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I'ma test a QB soldier
I run away wit yo' head in my arms
like Brett Favre them muthafuckas take to tha streets
Them BraveHearts, shootin on these
muthafuckin faggots
Go 'head nigga pull ya gun I'ma grab it then

[NaShawn (chorus)]
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Cash Flow Lyrics – Bravehearts

[talking]
yea , 2004, BraveHeart, uh huh

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

[Verse 1]
I say we got them big guns dat tear yo ass up
How we do thangs, you'll get yo' ass gut
Styrofoam in yo' casket, you lying in tha dust
Yo' pistol packin years wasn't nuttin, see how we hit 'em
To tha body, and the streets so strong
Telling my bitches and my niggas hold on
I know I'm getting high, I fuck a bitch she cry
She hold me so tight never want me to be gone
Now I'm wrong, this Gee Wiz ?
Now you it's him it's me
I'm flossin wit my other half Jungle yall see
So when we step up we waste no time
We flut up ya fans, and take 'em, they mine
I throw a nigga, stomp a nigga BraveHeart style
No set can come close to us, fool, they clowns
The Battle of my ? it go round and round
I turn a stupid ass smile upside down

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

[Verse 2]
Yo' you popin off wit them BraveHearts
Gettin' money son it's all about dat paper
yea, them bitches want me on top of them
They see them diamonds, they always sparklin
I be ill legal wit dat desert eagle
I hit you all up in yo head in front of yo people
Nigga, I empty out on yo bitch ass
You'll be dead so fast shit push back
Cause life aint shit but bitches end millions
Good investments like acres and buildings
Lil Shortys in tha hood raisin them children
Baby dad locked up or somebody killed 'em
Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama all day yo
My niggas in prison wanna hear me on tha radio
Cause where I'm from yo, life aint a game yo
Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo'

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow

[Verse 3]
Yo' the cash must be made
Organized crime, cook up a kilo break it down
to dimes, spread it out in packages ? and ?
Fuck them handcuffs the cops can't touch us
A fourty-five, they got accurate aim
If you aint in my game take a bullet to tha brain
Shit, nobody cares, life aint fair
I feel like I was born in an electric chair
Yo' wheres tha jungle, gon' be here for years
Just a stopper through the game like the numba man
In the hood, ? you got ? BraveHeart slam
Step up on tha side my man you don't undastand
I'm from tha QB side of things, things is things but
You know my niggas,yo they let them things ring
And we right, straight right through yall niggas
Snatchin dat paper, & you know we snatch a couple bitches right

[Chorus]
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow
Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the range rove
Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast
to tha west coast, yall know how we go
First a studio, then a video, then we do a show
Count my cash flow